You know what that means…
Shirley Temple and Buddy Ebsen, Captain January (Butler, 1936) (Photo Credit)
… I might finally get my chance to tap dance with a sailor.
You know what that means…
Shirley Temple and Buddy Ebsen, Captain January (Butler, 1936) (Photo Credit)
… I might finally get my chance to tap dance with a sailor.
Always full of reading, watching movies (or catching up on Mad Men!), and crocheting – why can’t everyday be Sunday?
Today we went to Ike’s Place, which according to this article, will be closing soon. We had to get our fix. I finally switched up my usual order of the SF Giants sandwich and got the Menage a trois. SO good. The other half will be my dinner. I can’t even think about Ike’s Place closing up shop. I really hope they move to NOE VALLEY!
Photo Credit: Bubble Girl by Banksy
Lately, I’ve found myself to be in somewhat of a strange head space. I attribute this to not having much time to do absolutely nothing… which, honestly, I rarely do because I don’t like being “bored”, but sometimes it’s really important. As my friend Frank N. would say, “it’s all a part of the creative process.” I need to remember this. read more »
This week, not only did I celebrate my 26th year on this planet, but I also celebrated my 6th month living in San Francisco.
Six months ago I drove across the Bay Bridge with my Dad in a rental truck with all of my belongings. Six months ago my mom and I said goodbye through tears just like when I left home to go to UC Irvine. Although I can’t drive home when I miss my family, I’m lucky to have my San Francisco family, the family I have created. I often find myself walking down the street or sitting on the train and I think to myself “I fucking live here.” Maybe the shock and excitement will wear off eventually, but maybe it won’t. All I know is that right now, today, I love it here. Maybe it’s like the beginning of every relationship. Perhaps San Francisco and I are in our honeymoon phase. I mean, really, we’ve had our differences, but for now everything is pretty great. So cheers, SF. Here’s to many more great months, years, decades, who knows.